In the middle of the afternoon the room grew stuffy, and she went to open the window. Of chance she looked down on the roof below her and just across the yard. Something white caught her eye.
Something white caught her eye
"Jan, come here a second," she said breathlessly, and Janet hurried to her side.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Look down there," Phyllis pointed. "What do you see?"
Janet looked. "Why, it seems to be a white mitten," she said.
Phyllis faced her squarely, her breath was coming in short little gasps. For a second Janet did not understand, then the bond of understanding that so closely bound them, as twins, together made her see what was going on in Phyllis's mind.
"Don?" she asked quietly.